Annabelle?

Noah and I dragged Caleb, Mia and Sophia to his apartment building. Yup, he lived in an apartment, that too on the seventh floor.

The funny thing was that the elevator was out of service.

Ha! It was our funeral.

But, somehow, we managed it between ourselves and finally I collapsed in front of his door.

"You all are lucky I don't live with my parents. I saved your asses today," Noah declared, fishing out his keys.

I had a few burning questions on the topic of his parents but oh well, who was I to ask?

You are the one who wiped your snot on his shirt.

I felt my cheeks heating up at the memory. Why did I cry again?

"Um, why is your face turning red?" Noah glanced down at me, with widened eyes, "don't tell me you are going to cry again!"

"I was not crying!" I retorted, instinctively.

Noah rolled his eyes, "Sure," then, he held up the sleeve of his short where I had...where I had done that disgusting thing. "I am going to keep this as proof," he smirked, "you know for our future kids."

This guy!

I groaned, "So, you are going to be a pain in the ass in real life too."

"Oh, you know you love that," he winked, bending down to help me with my friends again.

We entered his apartment, and my jaw dropped to the floor.

His place was...his place was a...dump. Yup, I know I shouldn't be thinking like that.

But, boy, if I wasn't shocked. I mean, with the way that he carried himself; I wasn't expecting him to be living in a flat like this. It was small, cozy place with one room, a kitchen and a bathroom, all of which were on the three sides of the living room. The fourth side was the main door, where we were standing. Yup, it was small and cozy...but, it was...messy and dirty and it didn't at all seem like a place where Noah could be living.

My attention was diverted, when I heard him gasping, "Why are you judging my poor, humble abode?"

"I am not!" I quickly blurted, realizing that he was right.

"Oh, you totally are," he declared, "I know that look."

"Noah," I sighed, "fine, I judged your place. I am sorry. I really may have loved this place if you had cared to keep it neat and clean."

At this, he gave me a sheepish grin, "Well, I spent that time, talking to you. Can you really blame me?"

Wow! Smooth!

I looked around, "Where are we all going to crash?"

"Hm," he said thoughtfully, "let's leave your friends here and let's go and have fun in my room."

I picked up the nearest object on the floor...which happened to be an empty pizza box...and tossed it at his face.

He caught it, holding his hands up, "Geez, I was kidding!"

I rolled my eyes, then, plopped down on the only available couch, realizing a second later that it was too greasy and sticky...

"Wow," I said, examining the crumbs of bread, and spots of spilt coffee on the couch, "The couch had a grand feast, I see."

But, I decided to not dwell too much on it. After all, beggars can't be choosers. He was already doing a lot by letting us crash for the night.

"I appreciate the sarcasm, mate." Noah quipped, in amusement, walking over to his fridge, "Would you like something to eat? Or drink?"

"No, please, don't talk about any kind of drink," I shuddered, glancing at my friends, who were passed out on the carpet, "however; what do you have to eat?"

"Did someone say 'food'?" Caleb muttered, stirring slightly from his position.

"Wow," Noah remarked, "now that is foodie goals."

Caleb blinked his eyes, trying to comprehend his surroundings. He took in Noah, then, me, then, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Zoe for life!"

Oh my God!

"Ew. Ew. Ew." Noah made a disgusted face, "you are not allowed to say that here, dude."

I frowned at Noah, "Do you even know what Zoe is?"

He stilled for a second, before he scrunched up his nose, "No, but, whatever it is, it sounds disgusting."

"It can be someone's name, for all you know," I replied.

"Eh, but, he said 'Zoe for life'. Does that sound like a name reference to you?" he retorted.

I shook my head, dismissing the argument. He decided out of nowhere that Zoe was disgusting. He was right but, still...boys were weird. I had accepted it a long time ago.

"So," Noah started, searching into his fridge, 'we don't have food."

Well, damn!

"I will order something, if they are open at this hour," he said, fishing out his phone.

"It's okay," I massaged my temples, "you don't have to. It's better if we sleep, it's past midnight and ugh, we have school tomorrow."

"How are you all going to get to school tomorrow?"

"Um...the plan was that we will get back to our homes one hour before school starts."

"Ooh, I see," Noah nodded, then, smirked, waving his hands at my friends, "good luck with that, captain."

Damn it! Even he was enjoying this!

"You don't have to order anything," I told him again, when he began dialing, "I am going to sleep right now, anyway. I will suggest the same to you." I yawned, making myself comfortable.

"I don't sleep, remember?" he smiled, coming to sit on the other end of the couch.

Oh, yeah...that...

I gazed around awkwardly, "What are you going to do then?"

"Watch you all sleeping, like a creep," he replied with a straight face.

This time I tossed a spare cushion from the couch, at him, "I will kill you, you annoying SOB."

He caught the pillow between his hands, grinning at me, "So, you are in a mood for some pillow talk?"

I got up and walked to the kitchen and picked up the knife placed on the counter. I turned to him, brandishing the knife in my hands, "How about some bloody talk, huh?"

"Geez!" Sophia suddenly whimpered, "Keep it low, you two. I have a headache."

I rolled my eyes and was about to say something when the doorbell rang.

Noah and I frowned at each other.

"I told you not to order anything," I said, confusedly.

"And, I didn't," he returned, marching towards the door, "maybe it's the neighbor."

Noah slammed the door shut, as soon as he opened it, turning to look at me to make sure I hadn't seen the visitors.

But, I had.

I caught the glimpse of two girls, outside the door, one of who was the girl from the mall.

The pounding on the door increased, while Noah kept staring at me speechless. What was he expecting? I sure was confused but my brain was too tired to form an analysis on this so, I couldn't even form a reaction to this situation.

"Um..." I started, "what are you looking at? Open the damn door!"

He didn't reply, instead he opened the door slightly and peered through it, whispering something to the girls. A minute later, he opened the door wide, to let the two girls enter. The two girls who had now covered their face with a scarves and sunglasses.

"Uhm, looks like a highly secretive matter to me," I said, eyeing them, "but, I already saw your faces."

"You did?" the girls and Noah exclaimed at once.

"Uh...yeah."

"And?" Noah prodded.

"And, what?" I responded in confusion, "if you are worried I am jealous then, chill, I am not."

This somehow made them chuckle and the girl from the mall immediately removed her glasses and scarf, "God, finally I can breathe somewhere."

The second girl too removed her cover-ups and gave me a polite smile, "You must be Chloe. I am an-"

"Anne! She is Anne!" Noah jumped in.

Huh? Why did he do that?

"Annabell!" Sophia suddenly exclaimed from her position.

"Sophia, no!" I chided her, "bad manners!"

"Annabell!" Sophia continued, ignoring me, "she is a human, not a doll!"

Annabell, or Anne or whoever she was looked at Sophia in shock, "I am Annabeth actually, but, okay..."

So, why did Noah lie? And, why was this all so confusing?

Sophia sat up straighter, blinking at all of us.

She glanced at the girl from the mall, and mumbled, "Quinn?"

Oh God!

"Uh..." Noah began, "your friend is totally wasted."

"Sophia!" I groaned, "go back to sleep."

Sophia slowly got up on her feet, pointing her finger between the two girls, "Quinn and Anna? Omg! Quinn and Anna!"

Huh?